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baby i'm-a want you / jack abbot

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃ℊ𝓈: jack abbot x f! reader

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: literally a story about one pining man who prefers to work the night shift until he doesn’t.

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃ℊ𝓈: implied age gap (10-15 years?), slight injuries, being drunk, talks of broken legs but not explicit

𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓇’𝓈 𝒩ℴ𝓉ℯ: i haven’t written anything in years and have not been on this blog for years omg! i am absolutely in love with the pitt and jack abbot, it’s not perfect but i hope you enjoy! <3 title comes from a bread song! okay bye!

𝒲𝒸: 3.4k

You actually loved where you worked–honestly you did. Most of the people were great (a few questionable characters, sure, but that's life), and having your cousin Mateo around the place felt less like a hospital and more like a second home. He thrived in the chaos of the ER, always buzzing with adrenaline, while you preferred the quieter corners as a clinical psychologist–less blood, more brain. It was a good balance. Still, you always told yourself one thing: as much as you cared about the hospital, you never wanted to come back unless it was for work. No visits, no check-ins, no surprise emergencies. Just you, your badge, and maybe—just maybe—a good cup of hospital tea if you got lucky.

What began as a carefree evening—a glittering blur of laughter, cocktails, and the kind of reckless joy only found on warm nights and crowded sidewalks–quickly devolved into an impromptu trip to the emergency room. You were both kind of inebriated, the haze of alcohol still clinging to your senses, dressed in clothes that belonged to a different kind of night–ones meant for dim lighting and loud music, not the cold scrutiny of a hospital corridor.

It wasn’t fate that intervened–just a cracked piece of sidewalk and the kind of bad luck that shows up without warning. One wrong step, a shift in balance, and your best friend hit the ground hard, clutching her ankle with the quiet disbelief of someone realizing the night had taken a turn you wouldn’t laugh about just yet. You tried to break her fall, but all you managed to do was cushion it—her weight crashing into you, the impact leaving scratches along your arms and hands as she landed against you with a sharp grunt.

“Fuck—we have to call an ambulance,” you said, panic and tequila swirling your voice.

She squinted up at you, mascara slightly smudged, pain masking her indignation.

“Please just call an Uber. I refuse to make a scene.”

As much as you wanted to spare her the embarrassment–and the inevitable bill–you knew an Uber wasn’t the answer, not unless you were willing to sit there, waiting for what felt like an eternity. So, with little choice, the ambulance became the only option left. Everything after that blurred into a haze—the blaring sirens of the ambulance echoing in your ears, drowning out everything else. Between the worry for your best friend and the fog of alcohol still lingering in your system, the ride to the hospital became a memory you could hardly grasp.

That ambulance ride felt like it would never end—comforting your friend, trying to keep it together while drunk, doing your best not to look suspicious. You even had to pretend the scratches on your arm didn’t hurt, like they weren't stinging the whole time. It might've been the hardest thing you’ve ever pulled off. By the time you got to the hospital, all you could do was hope no one made a big deal out of it.

As if on cue, the ambulance doors swung open, revealing Dr. Elis and Dr. Shen, standing in the cool, sterile light, their faces a study in practiced calm. With the precision of seasoned professionals, they held their ground, eyes scanning for any sign of chaos, ready to face whatever urgent situation was about to unfold. They almost didn't notice you because of how focused they were.

They faltered for just a moment, their minds clearly racing through the worst-case scenarios, until the paramedics spoke up—’suspected broken leg’ for your friend. That was enough to ground them, the weight of their tension lifting as they recalibrated, ready to handle whatever came next.

Ellis smirks, glancing over at you. ‘You know, you don’t have to break any legs to come see us,’ she remarks, while Shen immediately goes and helps your friend. He comments, “Hmm no bone sticking out, bummer.”

You giggle as she helps you down the ambulance, her knowing glance telling you she could tell you were drunk just by the way you stumbled down. You almost forgot about the cuts on your arm until she noticed, her fingers brushing over them gently, a soft reminder of what you’d almost ignored. She gave you a look that said, clear as day, ‘You really thought I wouldn’t notice’—half amused, half concerned, and totally calling you out without a single word.

A while later, you’re with your best friend—she’s a little out of it from the pain medication and you’re half-laying on the edge of her hospital bed, just grateful it was only a broken leg and nothing more serious. You’d sobered up by now—sleepy, a bit delirious, but still in good spirits. Mostly hungry, and for some reason, all you could think about were those raspberry cookies from the vending machine.

On the other side of the emergency room, word about you and your friend has quietly made the rounds—shared in hushed tones behind desks and passed along with knowing glances, as if the entire first floor was on something unspoken.

Although they’d never admit it, most people in the ED had a quiet appreciation for the drama that occasionally unfolded around them. Silly moments were something to look forward to—brief flashes of levity in a place that demanded strength, focus, and more patience than most people realized. The ED wasn’t for the faint of heart. And while the day shift kept things running like a well-practiced routine, the night shift operated in its own rhythm—slower, weirder, a little rough around the edges, but deeply loyal in their own way.

So you can imagine the quiet buzz of excitement when they saw you walk in—guided to a room by Dr. Ellis, dressed not in your usual work attire but in a fitted dress and delicate kitten heels that were clearly more designer than practical, looking every bit put-together even if you didn’t quite feel it. Your shifts usually landed in the middle of the day, often stretching a little later than scheduled—which meant you occasionally caught glimpses of both the day and night shift dynamics.

It was rare to be called down to the ED just for your help—usually they sent patients up to you.

The main reason you ever made your way down there was to see your cousin, even if it was just for a second.

You were well-liked around the hospital, having built a solid reputation for yourself. As a young psychologist—something of a prodigy in school—you stood out, not just for your skill but for your warmth. You treated your patients, colleagues, and everyone you meet with genuine kindness. Your smile brought a little light to the hospital's sterile halls, and your laugh had a way of softening even the toughest days. You loved chatting with coworkers, always curious about the little things that went on behind the scenes.

So of course it wasn’t much of a surprise that you crossed paths with Jack Abbot—the night shift attending—during your occasional visits to the ED. You found him endearing—his dry humor didn’t always land with others, but it never failed to make you smile. You’d given him that familiar look of quiet amusement, the kind that made it clear you were paying attention—and that you appreciated the way his mind worked.

You weren't naive—you knew you turned heads. You’re gorgeous and people naturally looked when you walked into a room. Over time, you’d gotten pretty good at spotting the signs—who had a crush, who was trying not to stare, who was just a little too obvious. You tried to brush off the lingering looks Abbot gave you—the way he subtly puffs out his chest or always angled his body toward you in conversation. It was obvious, in that quiet kind of way, that his attention was reserved just for you. But you ignored it, pretending not to notice, even when it was a little too obvious to miss. Bets were already placed—how long it would take before he finally worked up the courage to make a move—even if you were still “blissfully” unaware of just how much he was quietly pining.

He had been working on a patient who came in coughing with blood when you and your friend arrived in the ambulance. He didn’t have any clue that you were there. His attention was fully on the patient, determined to figure out what was causing the bleeding. Jack was always like that, laser-focused when it came to his work. Once he wrapped up, he’d head over to the nurses’ station to update the records.

As Abbot nears the station, a familiar laugh floats from one of the curtained rooms. He pauses, just for a second. It was probably nothing—his mind playing tricks—but the sound lingered in his mind a little longer than it should have.

“Seeing her drunk like that is making me feel jealous, like I should be out drinking with my friends,” Ellis says to Shen, who nods in agreement with a chuckle.

“I can’t drink like that anymore—I’d end up like her friend, but with both legs broken,” Shen says with a smirk.

“I don’t know what or who you're talking about,” Jack says, deadpan, as he begins typing up his reports. “But just know I could outdrink both of you any day.” Then, without looking up, he adds, “Now go check on the ambulance bay and save the gossip for the break room.”

Ellis and Shen share a quick look, their eyes filled with mischief , before they both grin and go on their merry way.

“I would love some chips and possibly a Pepsi,” your best friend says, batting her eyes at you. Despite the haziness from the pain meds, she definitely needed something greasy. You nod, slowly getting up from the hospital bed, stretching and lazily slipping your heels back on.

You clumsily move past the curtain, shuddering as the cold air hits you unexpectedly. The chill cuts through the warmth that's still lingering from the hospital bed, and you instinctively wrap your arms around yourself—only to hiss softly when your fingers graze the forgotten cuts along your arm. The sound of your heels tapping unevenly against the floor seems to echo in the halls as you try to find your footing, moving as quickly as you can toward the vending machines.

The sharp click-clack draws Jack’s attention as it echoes through the halls, cutting through the quiet like an unexpected disruption. When he finally looked up to see where the sound was coming from, he stilled. There you were. The familiar laugh he’d caught earlier suddenly made sense, and a quiet kind of relief settled in his chest—like his mind had not betrayed him after all. You were real, and even in this strange, fluorescent-lit setting, you looked like something pulled out of a dream.

He couldn't help the way his chest tightened a little when he saw you—dressed in a tight dress that made it clear you hadn't planned on ending your night here. You looked stunning, like always, but his eyes were quickly drawn to the small cuts on your arm. It didn't sit right with him, seeing something so carefully put together paired with signs of pain. You shouldn't have had to walk into a hospital looking like that—not like this.

Jack stands up before he even realizes he’s doing it—some mix of instinct and worry pushing him to his feet. He doesn’t call out, does not move toward you, just stays there quietly, hoping you'll look up and see him as you get closer.

You weren’t paying much attention—too focused on the vending machine and the snacks you and your friend had been daydreaming about. So when your heel caught on the floor, sending you stumbling forward, it felt almost inevitable. You grabbed the nearest thing—thankfully, the nurses’ station—catching yourself just in time.

Instead of embarrassment, a laugh escaped you. It was just that kind of night.

Jack had already moved, hands out just enough to steady you if you fell.

He didn’t find it amusing like you did.

With a glance at your shoes, he muttered dryly, “Are those hospital-approved footwear?”

Your eyes met his, a flicker of surprise crossing your face before you recovered with ease. “They just approved these, " you said with a light chuckle, lifting your foot slightly to show him. “You didn’t hear?”

His eyes traced for a second longer than necessary before the corner of his mouth twitched—just barely. “Must’ve missed the memo.”

All of a sudden, you feel a little exposed—standing in front of him in that dress, the chill setting in, and suddenly wishing you’d brought a jacket instead of relying on alcohol for warmth.

Jack notices, saying nothing, but stepping away for a moment. He returns with a blanket, handing it to you without a word.

You take it, wrapping it around yourself as you look up at him. “Thank you,” you say softly. And you mean it.

You start explaining what happened—how the night spiraled, how you and your friend ended up in the ambulance. You know he was curious, even if he hadn't asked. He listens closely, his eyes steady on yours, not judging, just quietly taking it all in. He seems to genuinely feel for your friend—broken bones were no easy feat, and he knew recovery would be painful and slow.

You make sure to mention that you’re fine—because you know Jack, and he always worries when it comes to his colleagues. You brush it off with a small shrug and a quick, “The cuts only hurt when I touch them,” trying to keep it light.

Jack immediately gives you a look, slipping into full doctor mode.

“Then maybe don’t touch them.” His tone is gentle, but just serious enough to earn a teasing eye-roll from you.

“Doctors, you’re all the same,” you mutter playfully, earning the smallest smirk.

“It’s in my blood.” he replies with a shrug, his tone light but somehow sincere.

You smile quietly, adjusting the blanket around your shoulders. “It’s still hard getting used to that,” you say, your voice light, not really expecting a response but content with the easy moment.

“Anyways, I promised some snacks for my friend, so, I’ll see you around.” You start to turn, already heading towards the front.

“I’ll go with you,” Jack says, stepping forward without hesitation.

You stop and turn, surprised. “Oh, you don’t have to. Aren’t you working? Don’t you have patients?” you ask, genuinely curious.

He gives a small shrug, unfazed. “I’m taking a break. Besides, I could use a snack too.”

You feel your face go warm at his comment, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “Well, if you insist,” you reply.

You both walk side by side in a comfortable silence, the soft sounds of the hospital around you filling the space. You watch as the place moves in its own rhythm—nurses rushing to their station, doctors calling out to each other, and the steady hum of activity filling the air. There’s something oddly calming about it, despite the busy pace, and for a moment, everything feels just a little more relaxed.

You feel him looking at you, the weight of his gaze lingering, but you don’t bother to meet his eyes. You don’t need to. The warmth in your cheeks says it all, and you’re not sure if you want to acknowledge it just yet. Instead, you focus on the path ahead, the familiar hospital light overhead, letting the quiet comfort of the walk keep things easy.

You get ready to reach for your phone, pulling it out to get your payment ready for the snacks, when suddenly, a hand goes past you, tapping his card on the device. “Would you look at that, I have tap too,” he says with a grin.

You glance up at him, a bit surprised, the playful glint in his eyes catches you off guard, and the tension between you both suddenly feels palpable, even in the otherwise busy hospital. “You didn’t have to do that,” you manage, your voice a little softer than you intended, trying to hide the slight warmth spreading in your chest.

“With the night you had, it's the least I can do. Consider it a donation from the hospital,” he says, a small smile tugging at his lips. There’s a flicker of something in his voice—warmth, intention—like the words meant more than they let on.

You glance at him, just briefly. “Well…in that case,” you say slowly, your voice playful but soft, “I’ll take a Pepsi too. It’s for my friend, obviously.”

He doesn’t say anything at first, just watches you crouch down to grab the snacks, his gaze lingering a second too long before he finally moves. Then he leans down beside you, slow and steady, careful to keep just enough distance—like he wasn’t hovering, but you could feel him there all the same. His presence was grounding, warm in a way that contrasted the energy of the hospital.

“Obviously,” he murmurs, his voice low enough to make your pulse tick up just slightly.

The moment passes like nothing happened—simple, easy—but the tension hums in the space between you, quiet and charged, like a spark left just barely untouched.

You’re back with your friend, sharing snacks and sipping on Pepsi like nothing happened—even though everything clearly did. You’re oddly quiet, staring off like you just came back from war…or a very specific kind of dream.

Your friend eyes you, chewing on a chip with the dramatic flair of someone who lives for the drama.

“What happened out there?” she asks, eyebrows raised. “You look all flushed and disoriented…Did the vending machine give you snacks and an orgasm?”

You shake your head slowly, still trying to process, cheeks warm as you mumble, “Worse…he paid for the snacks and the drink.”

“Oh my God, was it Abbot?!” she whispers like you just admitted to a crime.

“You don’t even work here how the fuck could you guess that?” you blink at her, caught completely off guard.

She grins, smug as hell. “Mateo tells me everything. I’ve been wondering when y’all were finally gonna do the dirty—honestly, I thought it would’ve happened by Christmas.”

You stare at her, deadpan. “We were at the vending machine for like five minutes.”

“Exactly,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows. “Plenty of time.”

You burst into uncontrollable laughter, doubling over with the bag of chips crinkling in the process. It’s not even what she said—it’s how she said it, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You don’t even have a comeback, you’re laughing too hard to think straight.

Your laughter echoes just enough to catch the attention of the nurses passing by, a few glancing in with amused smiles. Ellis walks in and says, “Must be a good night in here,” and it only makes you laugh harder.

After Abbot escorted you back to your friend’s room, despite your attempts to wave him off, he suddenly got the call about an incoming patient in critical condition. With barely a moment to spare, he straightened up, professionalism settling back over him, but his eyes stayed on you just a moment longer than usual.

“I’ll be busy for a while,” he said, his voice carrying a mix of seriousness and something a little more teasing. “Find me if you’re still here. I’m sure I’ll be hard to miss.”

You couldn’t help but smile as he turned, already heading back into the chaos of the ER. There was something about the way he moved, so focused yet so casual around you. You’d still be here, waiting for your friend’s boyfriend to arrive. He was visiting family a couple of cities away, but he was on his way now to pick you both up.

Jack ended up being busier than expected, cases stacking one on top of the other, and you never got around to finding him—not that you could’ve, with your friend’s boyfriend showing up not long after. Honestly, you were a little grateful. You didn’t even want to unravel whatever “come find me” was supposed to mean. Did he just want to chat a little longer? Say a proper goodbye?

You weren’t sure, and you didn’t want to be sure. At least, that’s what you told yourself as you slumped into the backseat, craving your bed, your pillow, and the luxury of pretending the night never happened. Meanwhile, Jack couldn’t stop thinking about you—how incredibly good you looked despite the chaos. Some of the nurses’ bets about him finally cracking? Yeah, they were getting real close.

#the pitt #the pitt x reader #jack abbot #jack abbot x reader #jack abbot x you #jack abbot x female reader

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lunasdream · 3 years ago

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always forever // fezco x f!reader

summary: after getting drunk you decide to ask your boyfriend a serious question

word count: 1.1k

warnings: mentions of drug use, alcohol, and thats it i think!

a/n: i’ve been mia for months ah ive been having major writers block! i love love love fezco and wanted to write this after seeing a tweet that inspired me to write this fic. its really bad i havent written anything in so long anyways enjoy if you’d like! proofread once hehe.

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It was a perfect night for you to drown your sorrows in alcohol. A cold, bitter breeze instantly passes through you, tugging at your outfit and weaving its way to your locks bringing a numbness on your face. Doing your best to conceal any evidence of the freezing weather, you grab Jule’s arm pulling her closer to you, instantly feeling her warmth radiate to you. You were well aware of the fact that a week had barely passed since school had resumed from Christmas break and you should’ve been in your room doing homework. Yet in that moment, you didn’t have a care in the world and wanted to bask in another party since the one before ended in a literal bloodbath, having no one but your boyfriend to thank.

The second he told you to follow his brother to his car saying he had to go do something “important”, you had a feeling something was about to go down. Most of the time it was just a last minute thing selling to some random dude who finally managed to get some cash for whatever he was bothering him about all night. It wasn’t usual for Fez to willingly leave you alone, especially during parties where so much could happen without anyone realizing. His life was built on loss, he couldn’t afford to lose anyone else, someone he cared so abundantly about.

He once claimed that he had eyes on you at all times but you later realized it was only his little brother who seemed to have a soft spot for you ever since you came into his life. Noticing your growing impatience, he eventually would ask you to go with Ash to wait in the car feeling bad about leaving you all by your lonesome.

That eventually led to you missing the one thing you would forever regret missing: Nate Jacobs getting his face bashed in.

Recaps of the story from Rue were almost enough because of her exaggerated, yet very animated way of storytelling. It appeared like she was getting lost into an audience whenever she would explain literally anything to anyone; one of the many traits you liked about her.

You clutched the bottle of Tito’s you stole from a cabinet, bobbing your head to the sound of music that played with a mouthful of vodka.

“Maddy!” You pushed through the crowd of sweaty people, attempting to hide the bottle under your arm. “Look what I got!”

Her eyes widened in amazement. “Bitch! Let’s take shots!”

You were beyond plastered. Using the word drunk would be the understatement of the millennia. Alcohol coursed through your veins like it was your own blood; you cherished how it made you feel. Everyone in this shit- hole town had their own vices, some way more harmful than others, it almost seemed like it was a secret tradition all of the people of East Highland had. You and Maddy the previous summer got a hold of coke and promised each other right after trying it that you would never do it again, not because of the long term effects, no, it was because you both loved that minuscule high a little too much.

Secretly, you had been after that type of daze since.

“Come on, dude.” Kat mumbles, her teeth slightly chattering as she guides you to the front door of Fez’s place. “You’re gonna make us fall!” She giggled as you both went up the stairs carefully placing your feet on each step.

“So this is what you guys do? Get my girl drunk as hell?” A deep voice teases from above, piercing the still air, scaring the shit out of both of you.

Almost immediately, you cling to his side, already feeling your knees buckle at the drunkenness flowing through your body. Easily steadying you with one arm, Fez slings an arm around your waist holding you up right, not wanting to drop you, and you begin to walk towards his front door.

“Bye Kat, I love you!” You send her off blowing kisses at her, almost making Fez lose his grip on you. “We gotta get you to bed ma, you’ll see her tomorrow.” Throwing Kat a nod, his way of giving his appreciation to your friend for getting you back safe.

Releasing a defeated yet disappointed sigh, you step inside shuffling into the warm apartment, you instantly go to the aged yet extremely cozy couch pulling yourself off of his arms gently. He stares, your hair is ruffled and all over the place, the night sky absorbing through the only window in the apartment that was left slightly ajar dedicated for tender moments like these.

Your appearance was one of pure essence. Your movements radiated with such delicacy, the ginger boy found it impossible to look away, too captivated by your allure. A tight, fitted black dress, adorned with pretty jewelry and a tiny necklace with the letter F, shrouds your body. Fezco thought he was the luckiest man in the world. He approached you grabbing the thick blanket that laid on the couch and covered you with such gentle hands, not wanting to ruin the peaceful moment.

You, though, decided that you’re not planning on going to sleep anytime soon until you ask him this exceedingly important question you came up with in that very second.

“Babe?” Your voice rings out throughout the living room, grabbing his attention. “Can you come lay with me? I need to ask you something super duper important.”

“I was gonna do that either way, but…uh.. yeah what’s up pretty girl?” He responds, getting under the already warm blanket hugging your side.

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

He stills for a second , taking a moment to toss the idea back and forth into his mind before answering your endearing question. You nearly giggle, looking up at him watching his face turn immensely serious, taking your question sincerely. Although it was just a silly little query you gave no actual thought about and expected a simple response, you appreciated your boyfriend’s genuine interest in properly answering.

“Of course I would. Worms are fucking dope.” he says with a beaming smile. You gape at his response giggling thinking about how sweet he was. But then again, you knew he would love you no matter what scenario you threw at him.

“Oh really? But I’d be all slimy!”

“Mhm.” Comes his deep hum as he begins to stir closer to you. “I would get you a big ass backyard to put you in so you could be all around nature and all slimy, what you mean.”

“You’d do that all for me?” You whispered looking right into his cerulean eyes. “Of course I would. I'd do anything for you baby.”

You swiftly pull him into an affectionate kiss, his hands finding their way around you pulling you closer deepening the embrace. The entire worm ordeal slowly slips out of your mind thus creating one more final proposal for the night.

“Kiss me until I’m sick of it.”

#fez x reader #euphoria #euphoria imagine #fezco euphoria #fezco #fezco x reader

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